Sometimes your body and soul are in two different places.

eve and steve Death is waiting He hovers between this world and the next So much to leave behind! And when his body departs, what do we do with his shoes? So much love here, children, grandchildren, music, food. What is heaven’s buffet has no biltong? But then the light calls and it is so…

Exploring ceramics

As one of my studio electives, I have decided to try a second year course in handbuilt ceramics. There is something about building with clay that just resonates with my African soul. The clay that we use for this course is red, just like the earth back home in South Africa. As a child I…

I hate winter, OK?

My search for January sunshine Those that know me, are well aware that I don’t winter well. I am an African kid. I like the sun on my pale skin. I do not like snow, never have, never will. But I live in Canada. Usually my survival method is a quick getaway to the Caribbean,…

2021 and Kitsch

In this weird year I am having a slow start. It is the 13th today and last night, during my first English Literature class (Theme: Comics/the Graphic novel) I decided to keep my hands busy. The result? I painted a rock like my dear late mother-in-law would have loved. She painted all kinds of things…